Blackstone Founder Book Novels & Stories

Damien Black sat behind my desk. The CEO of Blackstone Holdings who has been trying to destroy Rivera Enterprise for years. Of all the people in the world, Damien Black was the last man I expected to see tonight. He sat on my chair as if it belonged to him, clicking his hands gently on the table. His broad shoulders blocked the light streaming in from the windows. He was taller than I remembered, broad-shouldered and more masculine than he looked in the magazines. Dark hair brushed carelessly over his forehead, and his sharp jawline made him look like he had been carved from stone. And those eyes, cold. Observant, predatory. When he noticed someone entering, his gaze lifted slowly, pinning m

A brief silence. "I don't know for certain," William finally answered, and that admission itself felt foreign. His father never admitted not knowing. "Everything started shaking a few days ago. Business partners who had been loyal for years suddenly switched to other companies. Investors withdrew without clear explanation." He let out a heavy sigh. "And I just found out who's behind all of this." Something tightened in Adrian's chest. "Who?" "Blackwood." That name slipped from William's lips. "Daniel Blackwood. His company is the one snatching up every one of my business partners. He's the one offering prices I can't match. He's deliberately destroying me."

James Park, my CFO and one of the few people here who doesn't actively want me dead, gives me a look that says brace yourself. "Gentlemen." I take my seat at the head of the table. Project confidence I don't feel. "Let's begin." Robert Chen—sixty-five, silver hair, the kind of old money that makes my wealth look like pocket change—doesn't waste time. "We've lost the Blackstone deal." "I'm aware." "That's the third major acquisition this quarter that's fallen through at the eleventh hour." He leans forward. "Would you like to explain how that keeps happening?"

“Be serious for once.” “Okay, okay, calm down,” he caught my hands in between fits of laughter. “What did he say?” “He wants a deal with us.” Ambrose raised his brows, “About what?” “Apparently he knows some dark secrets about Blackstone, he even told about an attempted murder on a kid and I guess they're more too.” I replied, staring keenly at Ambrose who had an unreadable look on his face. “Attempted murder… interesting.” “Yeah interesting indeed,I cannot but wonder how many more secrets they've buried.” I said and he sighed. “He has come to investigate deeper and since we're on blackstone as well and we don't have any allies so he said why not join forces with him.”

"The penthouse has top-tier security. Even Silas can't get in without my permission. I’ll have a doctor meet us there to look at the boy." Valeriana looked at her small apartment. She had worked so hard to build this tiny, safe world. Now, it was being torn down. "And then what? What happens when the world finds out about him?" Logan stepped closer, reaching out to touch Jamie’s small hand. A look of fierce protection crossed his face, a look that made him look nothing like a vane. "I’m the heir to an empire, Val. I spent my whole life being told that family is a business. But looking at him... I realize I was wrong."

I ran after him. Zithan drove through the company gates and parked without a word. We headed straight for the elevator. The Blackthorne Group. We had built it from the ground up at eighteen — three brothers who had just lost their father and refused to let what he left behind go to waste. Alpha King Douglas Blackthorne had given us the foundation. We had done the rest — the long nights, the arguments, the breakthroughs, the setbacks that nearly broke us. The Blackthorne Group now dominated the territory. Multiple awards. Major contracts. Built by our hands and held together by the fact that we had always been strongest when we moved together.

But I could sense the undercurrents of supernatural politics flowing beneath the surface. "I've been investigating too," I said quietly. "And I don't like what I'm finding." "What do you mean?" I turned back to face him. "Jaxon, what do you know about why Blackstone University was really founded?" "It's a school for supernatural beings. A place where werewolves, witches, and other creatures can get an education while learning to control their abilities." "That's the official story. But I've been digging through the historical records, and there's another purpose. Blackstone was founded as a research facility."

he suggested, his hand wrapping possessively around Evelyn’s shoulder. Evelyn turned to him, a confused expression on her face. “What contract?” She asked. Before Alex could respond, Mrs. Triumph’s voice cut in. “Well…. My company, Blackstone Group, is launching a new fintech venture and wants Blackwood Empire as our lead partner. However, Mr. Blackwood is recommending your company instead.” Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock. “What?” She looked stunned. She wondered why would Alex make such a bold suggestion?

I said as I rested my head on his chest He chuckled slightly and then started reading, " Denver Hermes, was one of the best spies in Blackstone, he got married and with that his life changed. He stopped working with Blackstone and started to back up little by little... Blackstone killed his first two babies because he didn't accept giving them to this mafia to raise them. His wife got depressed and with that they adopted a baby and left the country." " Ohh horrible!" Luke's tone changed as he carried on I am more curious now. His parents were from Blackstone?! And those retarded fucks killed their own man's kids?!

“Please Ro, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t very important. I really don’t want to lose this client. You don’t have to worry about stripping at the club; it’s going to be at a private birthday party.” “Jess, I really can’t.” “Wait, just hear me out. The client is Wayne Blackstone,” Jessica said with excitement. Rose’s mouth fell wide open once again. Wayne Blackstone? As in, the billionaire Wayne Blackstone? He was CEO of Blackstone Corp; a major finance corporation in America. There was no one in Manhattan, New York, who didn’t know how rich he was. He was number one on Glam Magazine’s “Most Successful Under 30 Businessmen.” Wayne Balckstone was the definition of filthy rich and Rose had seen e